The grandboy, trying to convince me to let the family dog sleep with him:

“Gwumpa, i neeeed puppy in here.”

“O? Why do you neeeeed him in here?”

“Look.” (he picks up his (currently) fav toy, a “Jake pirate” doll from “Jake and the Neverland Pirates” cartoon series) “look see? Him not alive.” (picks up the doll, stands it up and it falls over)

“See he can’t stand up. Can’t protect me when bad guys come in the window and take me. Hmph” (crosses arms)

“Him him him not alive i neeeed puppy.”

“Ok. Let’s go see if puppy wants to come in and sleep in here.”

Sad to say the pup wasn’t having any of this. He was cozy on the couch, and chose to pretend neither of us were calling and shouting his name, even when young master was standing in front of him.

I promised the youngun I’d pop in now and again to make sure no bad guys had stolen him.

The grandboy, giving me the reasons why he’s not napping:

“Well, I’m I’m see look I’m (waving hands) not sleeping, see?”

“Yes I noticed that. Why not?”

“It’s well, well I’m not not see (waving hands again), look!” (He points to his eyelids)

“These closing-things, they are stuck open and I can’t close them so that’s why I’m not sleeping (notices the dog) and puppy’s not sleeping and YOU not sleeping and momma’s not sleeping so i can come out now please?